Small Boats Adrift

By Graham Jones

Time passes people stare
But no one really is aware
Of what you feel, or see or do
Or what your life is going through

Small boats adrift in passing time
All looking for some kind of sign
To show us where it all went wrong
To fill the void and make us strong

Together we are a force indeed
But all alone, a windswept seed
That falls upon some barren ground
To shrivel up without a sound.
(Poem's source : johngrahamjones.co.uk)

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